the waves pounded silently on the shore
and the frost congealed on the café window
the coffee was too hot for the cold day
my dry red fingers laced around the paper cup
your pulled the string on your tea bag
the coffee burned the feeling out of my tongue
you looked at me and your eyes were red
the coffee grew cold.
"slow day for a saturday."
i nodded, it was a slow day for a saturday
my heart pounded silently in my chest
and the earth began to tilt
